Seymour Rambles

(Subject: Me - Photo Credit: Nate Friend - Location: Vallecito Lake, CO)

It’s the mountains.  It’s the sunrise coming over snow covered peaks as I step outside into the below freezing air that freezes my nostrils together.  It’s the standing on top of a peak and almost falling over in awe of God’s creativity and wonderous creation that puts me in my place.  It’s the sound of the wind in the oak brush and the pine trees on a hot summer day as the pungent scent of sage penetrates my nostrils.

I yearn for the beauty and the inspiration that God communicates to me through the mountains.  It is there that my creativity flows and my spirit overflows.  It is there that I am humbled to my knees but my head is stuck in the clouds.  It’s the only place in the world that can slow me down to a point of speechlessness and tranquility.

You see, I have told myself this for years, but I have never truly felt it until now - sitting in the middle of Washington, D.C. surrounded by asphalt and humidity.

I yearn to be where I can dwell in the presence of the creator, the Holy One, who is almighty and all powerful.  It’s the mountains.